Out of Whack

I knew it from the start: this is not a good day.

I get days like this sometimes, suddenly waking up to a gloomy disposition for no particular reason. The difference today is that I know why.

He was not at the station.

He was not at the café.

He sat up front in class.

He’s mad, no doubt.

And when he’s mad, he ignores people.

He’s ignoring me.

How the hell am I supposed to talk to him now? Here I am, rotting from the inside and he’s over there making it all worse.

…

Wait a minute, why am I the one feeling apologetic?? He’s the one who’s been a jerk all this time; he should be the one feeling sorry! Fine, so I shouted at him, but he’s the one who started it! It’s his fault that I’ve been having bad days so early into the year. It’s all his fault.